I'll never be well again

At the point now where it's a hack or two in the sink each morning, maybe a few more throughout the day, kinda the equivalent of smoking a pack a day. Though I am optimistic, I still have this nagging feeling that the cold or west nile virus or aids or whatever the hell is bothering me will be staying til the end. Its a drag, but there you go.

Almost Well

The pain in the throat is gone, now the only remnant of this horrid cold is a constant flow of mucus, usually from my lungs to my throat to a sink. Maybe by next week I will be whole again, and ready for allergies to attack.

Kill me please

So the cold that started out in the head, and then moved to the lungs, has now taken up residence in the throat. Feels like strep, but by the time I could get into the doc's, it'd probably be gone, so off I go to suffer some more. Feck me.

The Headache That Won't Leave

It is now July, and I am still sick. The most aggravating feature is a continual headache, at times low level, at times throbbing, that refuses to go away. Even now it pounds. How's your day?

Sick again, WTF?

So apparently, when the older son was sick on Friday and stayed home from school, he passed the disease onto me. It's a lethal sinus cold, where the right half of the skull throbs with all the frequency of a strobe light, the nose runs wild like the overflowing Mississippi, and the body feels, well, like it's someplace else. Needless to say my mood has not been good, as it hurts to talk or think or do anything, even though there is stuff to be done. Hopefully this nonsense will pass soon, because if it doesn't, I will be going over the edge. In a hurry. Why? Can't go to the gym, can't ride the bike, can't do work around the house, can't do squat. So it sucks. So it goes.

Tiger Woods Put Down - Drug Ties Found Between Golfers and Horses

Sadly, after going to a playoff round and finally winning the US Open, Tiger Woods has been humanely put to sleep. Although recent surgery on his knee held up long enough for him to play the Open, doctors discovered more damage that could not be repaired through surgery. Woods, collapsing out of the clubhouse on his way to the parking lot, was quickly surrounded by fans and security guards. After a doctor pronounced his diagnosis, the PGA trailer was brought into the parking lot, and the deadly injection given to Woods. Authorities are now looking into ties between golfers and thoroughbreds, as it appears a commonplace event that leg joints are cracking and popping like a bowl of Rice Krispies.

Weight Loss Woes

Ahh, the joys of a plateau. Still working out roughly 6 days a week, and though I am getting stronger and healthier, the weight seems to have stabilized and refuses to leave. Next up, two meals get converted to protein shakes, and dinner is the only real food. Searching the web for strategies about plateaus gets opinions on all sides of the spectrum, from eat less to eat more, work out more to work out less, or a combination of the four, to a host of other things. So who knows. Off to the gym now, and we'll see what happens today.